Lancelot's expression turns thoughtful. "I had Bors, and Lionel, at my side, but I was somehow still quite lonely, much of the time. The keep there was not so different from Benwick, but it seemed to me that it was usually damp, often colder than home had been. I-- I missed my mother dreadfully. My father, too. He had been gone perhaps a year, by the time I was the age the mansion made me, and she a bit less. I knew, though -- or I felt -- that I was not to spend time in grieving or feeling homesick."